BIG AP - Slept On

They're all tired
So they sleep on me
I'm spitting fire
But no one wants to see me succeed
They're all tired
So they sleep on me
I'll stay slept on
But I'll still run it up for my team
Run up the numbers
Man play my track man bump it
AC/DC man get cheeky
Get struck like thunder
I'm coming up from way down under
I'm putting in work
Lad I ain't no bludger
From the NZ to that AU
You say I owe you, but I ain't gone pay you
I'm debt free
Been set free from
From my shackles that
My mental been keeping me
Lowkey and discreet
Move with the team
Just popped 6 now I'm heavily beamed
Yea they all talk shit
But they ain't what they Seem
I just do my thing
Blacked out whites
Ain't no laxed out nights
Either on the rark or I'm on my grind
Whatever it is I'm still out of my mind
Yea aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
I don't want no more distractions
I wanna see my mans in mansions
I run the empire call me Cranston
Come round corners losing traction
But when I'm on that straight
Never lose my way
Come collect my pay
In the booth
Like I'm dr Dre
I'm spinning records hot like chilli peppers
Take a bite of this, you gone feel the pressure
I'm not feeling great like I'm under the weather
But if they ever ask I say I'm never better
Put my pain in this cup and then hit the bender
Mr sender sender
One day it's my name that they gonna remember
All real shit cuz I ain't no pretender
They're all tired
So they sleep on me
I'm spitting fire
But no one wants to see me succeed
They all tired
So they sleep on me
I'll stay slept on
But I'll still run it up for my team
Wake up wake up
Your to late bruh
For the team I take one
I was next to the pro and he said aim up
My time is now and I ain't gonna wait up
I want it now I don't want it later
I want stacks of gold and stacks of paper
I hang around real ones
Ain't no fakes one
They all left
And they all can stay cunt
While I go hop on that flight
And it's Back to the 09
See my brother that I known since like 05
Yea that's Bailey
Mr pick up the bitches daily
Remember them days when we was just playing
But now we grown up I don't like what they're saying
Like what are ya saying to me
9-5 and that's that
Just scrape on by and pay tax
Aint got time to make tracks
But I gotta make time cause fuck that
I got bigger dreams
To be on bigger screens
BIG AP I'm a fiend for the nicotine
And the sticky weed you can't match this energy
I got flows on flows like a garden hose and I'm going full blow I ain't trickiling
Yea you know that I'm winning g
They're all tired
So they sleep on me
I'm spitting fire
But no one wants to see me succeed
They all tired
So they sleep on me
I'll stay slept on
But I'll still run it up for my team

Written by:
Aiden Pilkington

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